Friday, 22 June 2012

The Songstone, Canto I: The Tower

is published today. A free copy from:



But Kora sat unmoving, in great magic. 
The walls, her home, faded about her. Warmth
went; all alone and on a freezing plain,
dressed in a tunic, sharp knife in her belt,
bow on her shoulder, arrows in a quiver 
behind. Her eyes gleamed; a pale cold light,
ˈlɪmpɪd ɪn ˈdʌlnəs

She looked around. Away, at vision’s limit,
a dark shape rose above the plain: a Tower,
the only thing in all this barren place:
no bird flew, no grass grew. Despite the wool 
she shivered. Breath-clouds hung in the raw air,
ˈsləʊli dɪˈzɒlvɪŋ

Then in eye’s corner something moved. She turned
to gaze across the Waste and saw a Cloud.
Far, almost straight behind her as she faced
the Tower, it too reared up black and sheer.
Unlike the Tower, moving, whirling, wisps
trailing their tentacles around a core,
ˈtwɪstɪŋ ɪnˈseɪnli

Sunday, 25 March 2012

Sumer is icumen in

Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweþ sed and bloweþ med
And springþ þe wde nu,
Sing cuccu!
Awe bleteþ after lomb,
Lhouþ after calue cu.
Bulluc sterteþ, bucke uerteþ,
Murie sing cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu, wel singes þu cuccu;
Ne swik þu nauer nu.
Pes:
Sing cuccu nu. Sing cuccu.
Sing cuccu. Sing cuccu nu!



Monday, 20 February 2012

Classroom antics

"Suck my dick," said the 17 year old, and helpfully translated it for his classmates: 舔我.
Some of them giggled nervously. A hush fell.
"Too small to suck," said I, and also translated: 太小,
Class roars with laughter; boy slinks off to bathroom. Perhaps to check if it's still there.

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Biking in Beijing

It's minus 5 outside: leathers, tough shoes;
a warmer bed awaits in Dongba's stews.

Sunday, 1 January 2012

New Year's Day

A whispering day, alone with thoughts and whisky.
Tomorrow call a wench: I'm feeling frisky.


Thursday, 29 December 2011

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Progress and poverty (for HG)

The Land Tax for the nations' pain:
rent to the treasury the claim

William Hogarth
Marriage A-la Mode 2: The Tete a Tete 1745
The National Gallery, London

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Monday, 19 December 2011

Shanghai surprise

Lily and Nana, a pleasurable pair:
four legs good; two twats fantastic. All's fair





Friday, 16 December 2011

Apologies to Milton

The Sisters of the sacred well be damned:
a bottle, glass, some heat and steady hand

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

Mulled wine

Add cinnamon and honey, fruit and cloves;
a winter's night in Bacchanalian groves

Tuesday, 13 December 2011

A careless student

I didn't mean to copy!, wailed the boy
Cut n paste from Wiki? Just being coy.

Monday, 12 December 2011

Sunday, 11 December 2011

Letter to my cousin

Dear R,

I remember with great pleasure our last meeting at my grandmother's, and her dropping the cake on you. In the Christmas spirit I wish to inform you that I shall come to Shanghai next weekend, and I extend an invitation to dinner on Saturday night. I am aware that our relationship has not been entirely cordial for a while, and trust that you will put this down as much to your silver-spooned snobbery as my rough etiquette. I am sure you will be busy that evening with other glittering lights from the commercials world, but I felt that not to at least proffer the invitation could be construed as discourteous.

Sincerely, and Merry Christmas,

Simon

On seeing Miss Ng again

A honeyed voice, exquisite lips,
my perfect little fellatrix

Saturday, 10 December 2011

On a crisis

Financial capital's most willing slave:
Rebekah's rider, PR's 'Call me Dave'